Femboy Threesome Shrunken First Semester chapter 11 by maximally

"Alright, dude," Ravi purred, eyes gleaming with renewed mischief as he dangled Max over Lucky's half-hard cock. "How about we get you in on the fun here?"

Max's stomach dropped. The tip of Lucky's monstrous shaft glistened, the musky heat radiating off it enough to make Max's head spin. He squirmed in Ravi's grip, flailing uselessly. "W-wait—Ravi, no, please—!"

"Relax," Ravi chuckled, his grip tightening just enough to still Max's struggles. "Trust me, I think you're gonna like this."

Without further ado, Ravi pressed Max firmly against the swollen head of Lucky's cock. The contact was immediate and overwhelming—hot, sticky, and suffused with the pungent aroma of sex and sweat. Max gagged as his face was smeared with pre-cum, the salty tang flooding his mouth and nose. Above him, Lucky let out a low groan, his hips twitching upward.

"Damn," Lucky muttered, his voice rough with arousal. "He's honestly pretty good down there."

Ravi grinned, rolling his hips teasingly. "Better than me?"

Lucky responded by grabbing Ravi's hips and pulling the femboy back onto his lap, surging his cock back up into his old roommate's ass—and with it, Max. Then, all at once, the shrunken freshman was engulfed by the tight, clenching heat of Ravi's rectum. The world dissolved into a suffocating, musky darkness, the walls of Ravi's digestive system pulsing around him as Lucky buried himself to the hilt. The two femboys had started fucking again—and this time, he was caught in the middle of the action like never before.

For Max, the next half hour was a relentless, hellish blur. Every thrust from Lucky drove him deeper into Ravi's depths, the giant femboy's ass squeezing around him like a living vise. Ravi's digestive system was like a wet, oppressive furnace—and it left Max feeling dangerously dizzy and disoriented. Above him, the sounds of sex were deafening—Lucky's grunts, Ravi's breathy moans, the wet slap of skin on skin. And then there was the movement.

Lucky's rhythm was relentless, his hips pistoning in and out of Ravi with reckless abandon. Each snap forward crushed Max harder and harder against Ravi's inner walls, and each pullback threatened to drag him out—only to slam him back in again. The friction was brutal, the pressure unyielding, and Max could do nothing but endure, his world reduced to the slick, pounding rhythm of Lucky's fucking. And every time Lucky bottomed out, Max was crushed between the femboy's ass and the bulbous head of Lucky's cock, his ribs creaking under the pressure.

Then came the farts.

prrrrrtttttt

Ravi's asshole spasmed around Lucky's dick, unleashing a hot, rancid gust of gas directly into Max's face. The force of it sent him tumbling backward, only to be caught by another thrust from Lucky, slamming him forward again. The cycle repeated—thrust, fart, crush, repeat—until Max's world narrowed to a haze of pain, heat, and the overwhelming stench of Ravi's insides.

"Fuck, dude," Lucky groaned. "You're, like, super tight today."

"Mmm, thanks," Ravi purred, grinding down onto him. "Must be Max."

Max's protests were lost in the wet squelch of flesh. He could feel Lucky's cock throbbing beneath him, the veins pulsing as the giant skunk-furry edged closer to his climax. The rhythm became erratic, brutal—each thrust driving Max harder against Ravi's walls, each fart filling his lungs with more of the femboy's noxious fumes.

Then, without warning, Lucky's rhythm stuttered. His hips jerked, his cock twitched, and a hot, thick flood of cum erupted into Ravi's depths. The sheer volume of it was staggering—a tidal wave of sticky warmth that surged around Max, swallowing him whole. The cum was everywhere, filling his mouth, his nose, his lungs, until all he could taste — and inhale — was Lucky's release.

But, by some miracle, he didn't drown. He coughed, sputtered, and somehow kept swallowing, his body operating on pure, desperate instinct. Around him, Ravi's ass continued to pulse, milking every last drop from Lucky's cock as the stoner collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied groan.

For a long moment, there was only silence—broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional ominous gurgle from Ravi's gut. Then, with a lazy stretch, the giant femboy slid off Lucky's cock, leaving Max stranded in the sticky, suffocating aftermath.

"Mmm," Ravi sighed, stretching his arms above his head. "How those balls doing now, dude?"

"Better," mumbled Lucky, already half-asleep.

"Good." Ravi chuckled, then suddenly tensed. "Oop, be right back."

Suddenly, Max's world shifted again. Ravi was on his feet, shuffling toward the bathroom with an urgency that sent Max sloshing around in the sea of cum still trapped inside him. The giant femboy kept his cheeks clenched as he walked, each step jostling Max deeper into the mess.

Then, without ceremony, Ravi bent over the toilet.

BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPP

The fart that followed was wet, guttural, and powerful—a seismic blast of gas that sent Max shooting out of Ravi's ass like a cork from a champagne bottle. He tumbled through the air in a spray of cum, landing with a splash in the toilet bowl below.

Dazed, disoriented, and thoroughly coated in filth, Max floundered in the water, his tiny limbs flailing as he tried to keep his head above the surface. Above him, Ravi peered down with a curious expression, his lips quirking into a smirk.

"You know," Ravi mused, "you're really something, dude." He tilted his head, studying Max with what looked a lot like admiration. "Most of the tinies I've had before you would be dead by now."

Max didn't have the energy to respond. He just floated there, exhausted, humiliated, and covered in fluids he didn't want to think about.

"Tell you what," Ravi laughed, reaching down to pluck Max from the bowl. "I think I'll keep you around a little longer."

Before Max could thank Ravi for not flushing him, the giant femboy was turning on the faucet to wash him off. The water was a shock—clean, fresh, and blissfully free of the musky horrors Max had just endured. Ravi's fingers moved carefully over his tiny body, rinsing away the worst of the mess—and for a fleeting moment, Max felt something dangerously close to gratitude. Of course, it didn't last.

"Alright," Ravi said, shaking Max off like a wet rag. "Enough of that."

With that, the giant femboy hiked up his skirt again and stuffed his tiny captive right back between his cheeks. The familiar, oppressive heat and musk closed around Max once more, Ravi's asshole giving another teasing pulse against his face as if to welcome him home.

"Night, dude," Ravi called over his shoulder, padding back to the bed where Lucky was already snoring.

Max didn't answer. There was nothing to say.

As Ravi settled into bed, spooning against Lucky's groin with Max trapped between his ass and the stoner's still-dripping cock, the shrunken freshman could only stare into the darkness and wonder how the hell his life had come to this.

Twenty-four hours ago, he'd been a normal college freshman—awkward, lonely, but human-sized. Now, he was a three-inch plaything, wedged between two of the most chaotic, hedonistic giants on campus, with no hope of escape and no guarantee he'd survive the night.

Worse still, some small, traitorous part of him was really, really into it.

Max closed his eyes, letting the rhythmic rise and fall of Ravi's breathing and Lucky's snores lull him into an uneasy doze. Tomorrow was another day—and if today was any indication, it would be just as humiliating, degrading, and inescapable as this one.